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I thought that he was perfect for me
Because no one never laugh at my jokes
They sounded a lot funnier in my head,
But he laughs anyway, and once he laughs
I got thirsty for more, nobody knows what they
future holds, but I do remember
his snarling mad hatter laughter

Suddenly, one day he wanted out, he want
to spread his wings, so I let him fly.
I thought that he was perfect for me,
Because no one never laugh at my jokes

Some things sound funnier in your head
than when you say them out loud
I just had to let him go………………..>
First meeting with her
Eyes dancing around bodies
Yearning only touch
there are those
who read this stumbling
bumbling
work who are truly
beautiful
compassionate
people

thanks beforehand
for understanding me
without judgement


IN SEARCH OF THE LOST CHORD

i've been searching
all my life
for the lost note

there is a chord in the
cacophonistic chaos
which is my
existence
i simply miss

my otherwise
nimble hands simply
can't bring out
the magic
the music
the majestic
harmonies which
i hear in my mind
but are not translated
to my fingers

i believe it
is due to my assertion
that i was unloved as a child

i was not a planned
pregnancy
my mother fell
on her stomach and
i was a preemie

I was not touched
as an infant due to this
i was in an incubator

i was also
severely neglected as
an older child
due to my mother's
inability to cope
with two very small children
(I was born nearly one year after my sister)

I have also been
TARGETED
for twenty years by
by the
"CHURCH" of SCIENETICS
(name has been changed)

so if I am
slightly dark and
seemingly insane in
certain respects this is why

ONLY GOD CAN HELP ME

I've already learned
not to play my music
drunk or ******

but i am still
in search of the lost chord


♡ love ♡
Catherine
prayers and good thoughts
are appreciated

---
cry
===

my eyes are dry
but they

haven't told my heart


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/9/2015
this isn't about the haters
and their opinion
this is about all the
good former friends
they may have
infected with their virus of hatred

I have faithful followers.
bless you all!
but I have also lost friends.

forgive me if I'm not
reading as much

I need some time to think
grieve and pray

THANK YOU!

===
 Dec 2015 Jessica Head
Pax
the ghost
 Dec 2015 Jessica Head
Pax
It was not me, who put you into the dark
It was not me, who put too much hate upon himself
It was not me, who made you so imperfect
          Who choose this life for us?
                   It was you,
                             I am only a shadow in every decision.
The weak link, the forgotten will
of one’s owned heart, truly remains in the corner…
.
.
.
*Simply the ghost, who whispers in total silence.
my road is still dark....
 Dec 2015 Jessica Head
R
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 Dec 2015 Jessica Head
R
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you said some days it'd hurt more than others and I guess that makes sense because looking into your eyes burned a hole in whatever is left of my heart.
12/9/15
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